Prehistoric: I am the Ten Cold River God, and I am buried in Tang San at the beginning

The quota of three hundred and sixty righteous gods? Interception is almost more than enough!

In their sect, there is a mixture of various characters, even ordinary disciples, a few can be found to fill the vacancies! Tongtian thinks the same way. Just pick a few disciples who have just started or have mediocre qualifications and put them on the list. Wouldn't that solve the problem?

However, this flash of thought was immediately noticed by Hongjun.

"However, Pindao also needs to be reminded that those who can be on the list must have considerable strength and be able to shoulder important responsibilities. Don't make a fool of yourself."

Haha, just making up the numbers!

This sentence was like a wake-up call, instantly shattering their illusions.

At this moment, the three people's eyes were focused on the list of gods, and they were deep in thought. They each had their own plans in their hearts, and the undercurrent was surging.

The prehistoric world was in turmoil and war was raging. On the battlefield, the Shang and Zhou Dynasties were fighting fiercely.

Fortunately, the torrential rain that lasted for several days allowed them to temporarily truce, otherwise the war would spread and the consequences would be disastrous!

King Zhou of Shang was extremely worried about this.

Originally, they had the upper hand, and they only needed to press forward step by step to completely conquer those barbaric Zhou people! However, heavy rain disrupted his overall plan.

It has been going on for more than ten days now, with no sign of stopping, making him extremely anxious.

"Report."

At this time, a scout rushed to the main hall and reported nervously: "Your Majesty, the frontline soldiers have returned to the pass. Jiameng Pass is overcrowded, and heavy rain has almost flooded the entire pass."

"Damn it."

King Zhou was furious. This sudden heavy rain seemed to be a provocation to the Shang Dynasty!

They thought that the heavy rain would pass quickly and they might be able to fight back, but unexpectedly it rained for ten days!

During this period, the team marching in the rain was already exhausted. Many people fell on the road and had no choice but to retreat to the pass.

Not only was this a waste of troops, but it was also a shortage of food and grass, consuming twice the original resources!

Such a blow would undoubtedly make things worse for the Shang Dynasty.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please calm down..."

"Why do I need to calm down? If God doesn't do his best, how can I let it go?"

"Retreat? Why are you retreating! Why are you so panicked?"

Di Xin stared angrily ahead, grabbed a courtier, his eyes were as bright as a torch, and said sternly: "Why, do you think I am like a homeless wanderer at this moment, secretly laughing at my embarrassment?"

"No, I have no such intention! There is still a turning point for the Shang Dynasty. Your Majesty, please calm down. I will do my best." Before the official finished speaking, a cold light pierced his chest, and the tip of the sword penetrated from behind. The blood immediately dyed the skirt of his clothes red.

"Do your words imply that I have run out of energy as a great businessman? Hmm."

With a ferocious look on his face, Di Xin grasped the hilt of the sword tightly and pulled it out with all his strength. In an instant, blood splashed everywhere, forming a column of blood that fell on the magnificent hall.

The minister's face was full of fear, tears and blood intertwined. He looked at Di Xin and stopped talking. He could only let out a vague whine. The pain made him almost unable to stand. Finally, his knees weakened and he fell to the ground, ending his life.

The other ministers were so trembling that they didn't even dare to speak out for fear of offending Emperor Xin. They lowered their heads and didn't dare to look directly, for fear of getting burned.

As Emperor Xin approached step by step, the ministers became more and more silent, no one dared to speak.

"How about it? If you have any secrets, tell them. Tell them all."

Every step he took seemed to weigh on their hearts, making them frightened.

However, Di Xin walked for a long time, but no one dared to raise his head. He felt a little tired, snorted coldly, and threw the sword aside.

"A bunch of cowards! I tell you, the Shang Dynasty will never perish! Unless...it's those barbarians, those natives."

He pointed to the trembling scout, "Go to the front line quickly and convey my order."

On the other side, Long Xiang and Tang San's journey has lasted for many days. They trudged through mountains and rivers in the continuous heavy rain and saved many villages from the hands of demons.

However, for some reason, demon activities were extremely frequent during this period, making people's lives turbulent.

One day, they arrived at the border of the Shang Dynasty. Although they passed through this vast land, they did not step into it.

"Junior brother, why are you so melancholy? Could it be that you are worried about something in your heart."

Long Xiang noticed Tang Sanzian's expression and frowned, obviously aware of something strange about him.

"I'm just worried..." Tang Sanzian responded in a low voice, with a worried look on his face.

"Worried."

Long Xiang asked again, with concern in his eyes, "Junior brother, are you worried about the people in the world?"

"That's true."

Tang Yundu sighed and said, the world is now in turmoil, the wind and rain are raging, everything you see along the way is desolate land, bones are everywhere, and many villages have disappeared due to disasters.

The scene I witnessed the day before yesterday was even more shocking. In a village with a thousand households, their homes were flooded overnight, and the survivors rushed to the higher cities to survive.

Who could have expected that disasters would follow one after another, and demons would take advantage of the chaos to invade. In just a few moments, thousands of creatures would be slaughtered! When the two of them arrived at the scene, only blood, broken limbs, and countless bones were left on the ground.

These memories were like sharp blades, piercing Tang Yundu's heart.

"Senior brother, I feel the same way."

There was a hint of pity in Jianglong's eyes.

He was heartbroken! Seeing innocent people being tortured by both natural and man-made disasters, the grief and anger in my heart is beyond words!

"I just feel guilty. My power is not enough to protect all sentient beings in dire straits. I often think that if I could arrive earlier, there might be a glimmer of hope for those thousands of lives."

Tang Yundu said, his eyes slightly moist and his tone trembling slightly.

Jianglong deeply understood his mood, however, sadness would only consume their strength rather than inspire them.

They cannot stand still, otherwise more people will fall into misery!

"Junior brother, don't blame yourself too much.

We have given salvation to the dead, believing that they have found liberation in reincarnation. "

Tang Yundu gently wiped away his tears and nodded in response.

"Perhaps we should go into the city, meet King Zhou of Shang, and implore him to send troops to suppress the evildoers."

The new idea proposed by Jianglong at this moment suddenly opened up to Tang Yundu's eyes.

"Yes! There are many surrounding villages. If King Zhou of Shang can send troops, it will undoubtedly bring hope to them.

Moreover, the military can set up shelters at high altitudes to provide shelter for displaced people, which is a great idea. "

Tang Yundu was full of expectations.

However, taking this step is not easy.

The flood has blocked the main city gate, and only the south gate is still passable, but it is heavily guarded and no one can enter or exit unless ordered by the king.

Therefore, as they approached the city gate, they were immediately stopped by the guards.

"Who is coming? Retreat immediately."

On the city tower, the defenders' shouts rang out like thunder. Before they even got close to the city gate, they were shouted down.

Soon, the guards above also took up their stances, fully drawing their bowstrings, and aimed at Long Yin and Tang Jingchan below.

The tension in the air seemed to cut metal.